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Attack on Titan: Somnium

Mora Kingsly

Mora 'Ra-Ra' Kingsly

15

5'4"

155 lbs

History

Life was jovial for the Kingsly clan when they announced to the world the arrival of their first daughter; Mora. Though it wasn't long that the firey headed got would prove to be just as stubborn and rowdy as her six elder brothers. Mora shirked her mother's lessons in favor of following her father to his work. The boys all followed in their fathers footsteps. Fine craftsmen who built houses for the fine people of Shiganshina and while her home was filled with love and warmth. Little Mora craved something different.

She wanted to make her family proud and what better way than to enlist when she came of age? She was already stronger than most kids her age. Working hard alongside her family had built solid muscles on the youth and thanks to her big brothers; there was nothing Mora feared. Be it bandit, titan or rabid dogs. Mora felt she was invincible.

Personality

Mora is a reckless spirit with a fiery soul to match her ember locks. She'll dive head first into the unknown with little fear in her heart. Of course it helped that she had her own little army of brothers by her side to help keep her safe. For what it was worth, she felt like she always just one of the boys. She was always too loud for the girls that grew up around her. Mora always talked too loud and her laugh would ring off the walls. Everything about her seemed too aggressive but she never let that bother her. She was driven by her desire to join the military and what Mora set her sights on she rarely ever let it go.

Stats
• Physical Strength: 16
• Speed: 14
• Teamwork: 5
• Leadership: 5
• Skill (gear): 10

Attack on Titan: Somnium

@LetMeDoStuff

Pfft. I got my own whistle! There shall be poking FOR EVERYONE!

Attack on Titan: Somnium

@wolverbells

Feel free to poke me in the eye if I happen to fail you.

Attack on Titan: Somnium

Will have my cs done by tonight.

Mora Kingsly

Mora 'Ra-Ra' Kingsly

15

5'4"

155 lbs

History

Life was jovial for the Kingsly clan when they announced to the world the arrival of their first daughter; Mora. Though it wasn't long that the firey headed got would prove to be just as stubborn and rowdy as her six elder brothers. Mora shirked her mother's lessons in favor of following her father to his work. The boys all followed in their fathers footsteps. Fine craftsmen who built houses for the fine people of Shiganshina and while her home was filled with love and warmth. Little Mora craved something different.

She wanted to make her family proud and what better way than to enlist when she came of age? She was already stronger than most kids her age. Working hard alongside her family had built solid muscles on the youth and thanks to her big brothers; there was nothing Mora feared. Be it bandit, titan or rabid dogs. Mora felt she was invincible.

Personality

Mora is a reckless spirit with a fiery soul to match her ember locks. She'll dive head first into the unknown with little fear in her heart. Of course it helped that she had her own little army of brothers by her side to help keep her safe. For what it was worth, she felt like she always just one of the boys. She was always too loud for the girls that grew up around her. Mora always talked too loud and her laugh would ring off the walls. Everything about her seemed too aggressive but she never let that bother her. She was driven by her desire to join the military and what Mora set her sights on she rarely ever let it go.

Stats
• Physical Strength: 16
• Speed: 14
• Teamwork: 5
• Leadership: 5
• Skill (gear): 10

Attack on Titan: 105th Cadets

Interested.

Questing for Reality

Proxy

Homeworld

****

To say that Slayer's virtual home was lush was an understatement. Proxy had an idea about the wealth of the siblings, given his particular giving nature, but she didn't really dare to guess exactly how much the two were sitting on. Every part of her was abuzz with the thrill as Slayer laid out their next movements. 'To Philly.' Her heart fluttered. She didn't even mind the small quip about her rather exotic avatars state. Instead she curtly nodded while swapping out her kimono for a simple Sun dress with little flowers dedicated embroidered on its hem. Her horns dissolved as she opted to let her hair fall freely, instead of bring pinned back. The only thing that stayed the same was the soft eerie glow robber eyes and the pointed tips of her ears. Overall she just looked like a young girl going in vacation.

As they arrived Slayers group chat popped up, "Alright. Now what?" She listened and nodded as he set the girls off to explore the inside of the building.

"You know I'd never leave your side!" Moon chirped in her ear. The girls grin stretched from ear to ear and she gave him a quick thumbs up before turning to Proxy. "You'll be coming right? I can't do this without my partner in crime. Sorry Ro, Proxy is my partner in crime in Skyrim. Not you."

Proxy couldn't do much but laugh. A feeling that warmed her very core as she watched the girl tease her brother. A few times she had wondered what it would be been like to have siblings- if she had she had hoped her relationship would be like theirs.

"Of course," she shot the two a cheeky grin, "She's got good tastes. As I am the best." She gave a playful wink towards Slayer before dissolving into a fit of giggles. Catching her breath she sighed loudly, trying to call back into a place of seriousness. "Now let us go make history, shall we?" With that Proxy strode off with a noticeable bounce in her step.

The Unwanted.

I'd also like to fast forward to Atlanta. That way were able to all interact with one each other

The Unwanted.

I just got the internet turned on and everything moved from one place to the other. I'm still unpacking but I should be starting to be more active soon-ish. Please proceed though

The Unwanted.

Lynette Marshall

Location: Police station
Interacting with: Elijah Craigh, The Blake's, cops

****

Her ears stung with the echo of the bullets. The site of blood and bones laid fresh before her. Flesh had ripped apart from the bullets path and the life that once lit up behind their eyes gone. He shot them. The understanding why was proving to be a hard pill for the girl to swallow. "You. You killed them." she said looking over at Elijah.

Lynette had never seen a dead body. She wasn't even allowed to go to her grandfather's funeral because she was 'too young'. Even with Tille's death. She didn't bare to look at supposed photos that circulated. Not even she had that much of a morbid fascination but Elijah, he stood there with ease. Not a care in the world and it that bothered her on a certain level.

She could feel the acid bit at the back of her throat a moment before her stomach twisted and up came the contents of her stomach. An officer nearby stepped up to gently pat the girl on the back as her body trembled from the spasms. "What did he mean?" she asked before trying to spit out the foul taste that was left on her mouth.

Wiping her mouth on her arm she looked back at them with a pained look painted across her face, "He said there would be more. He said they'd keep coming. Is this true?" Lynette made eye contact across the room, "That mob is coming back, aren't they? And they'll hang us....or worse." her voice shook but she stayed standing strong. She wanted answers even though Lynette suspected she already knew it. Thoughtlessly she touched her arm where the mark laid hidden beneath her coat.

"We'll need to leave. Won't we?"

The Unwanted.

Lynette Marshall

Location: Police station
Interacting with: Elijah Craigh, DeMarcus and Parker Blake.

****

It was a kind gesture. One that struck the teen as funny after all she had been told; not that she had much time to think about it before things began to kick off outside. DeMarcus was the first to set out and then the rest followed. Lynette hesitated before pushing herself off the cold floor.

'They're here to kill you.'

Her mind warned, as panic washed over her. She wanted to believe she was safe. Hell, Lynette thought she was safe until the other night but everything's changed. Everything and the Lord knew she wasn't handling any of it properly.

She stuck her head out of the waiting room. "Don't go out there." Lorrie warned. Lynette couldn't make out what was being shouted but whatever it was, it set DeMarcus off. She grinned the door frame as she watched him snatch up the man with little effort. "Shit." Lynette breathed. If they weren't fucked before they definitely were now. She took a few steps out, straining to listen.

"MACLINTON! I GOT A PRESENT FOR YAH, SPECIAL! I WANNA SEE YOU MOST!"

"Jesus, that man never knows when to shut up." Lorrie piped up once again, "Sweetie, why don't you go take a seat. Don't you worry about a thing." she shooed Lynette back into the waiting room.

"Don't worry? Don't worry. Yes, don't fucking worry." she muttered angrily before kicking the wall. A girl barely older than she was dead and there was an angry mob outside, yet she wasn't supposed to worry. Lynette felt like her head was about to implode as she silently wished to wake up once more.